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A Duologue in One Act 



By 
ESSEX DANE 

Author of"Wrofig Numbers," etc. 



PLEASE NOTICE 

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the author first be obtained. Amateurs may obtain permission 
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(I55.00) for each performance, in advance. All payments should 
be made and correspondence should be addressed to Miss Essex 
Dane, care of Messrs. Thomas Cook & Son, 561 Fifth Avenue, 
New York City. 



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1919 



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CHARACTERS 



Mrs. Margaret Paynter, a society woman, 
Madame Dufour, her visitor. Entirely unexpected. 

Scene. — Mrs. Paynter's sitting-room, in the Hotel Splendid. 
Time. — Late afternoon. 



PROPERTIES 

Table telephone. Three or four tradesmen's bills. A lady's 
hand-bag. Some beaded chains or small bags. A photograph of 
two pretty little children. " A letter in envelope (opened). A 
fountain pen. A ring. A second letter (not in envelope). 




Copyright, 1919, by Essex Dane 
As author and proprietor 

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©CI.D 51780 

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New York City. 



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The scene is Mrs. Paynter's sitting-room in the Hotel 
Splendid. 

(At rise of curtain, Margaret Paynter is at the 
telephone, which is on the table. She is waiting 
anxiously for her number, evidently in a nervous and 
highly excited condition. Directly she gets it, she 
speaks eagerly and as if very much distressed.) 

Marg. Is this Miss Hunter's apartment? This is 
Margaret Paynter. Is this you, AHce? Oh, my dear, 
I'm in such trouble ! Listen. Did you find anything of 
mine after I left your apartment the other night? {Lis- 
tens.) No? Alice, I've got myself in a terrible mess. 
Jack Harwood — (listens) yes, ''my'' Jack Harwood — 
he sent me an awfully foolish letter after that supper at 
Larchmont last Friday — No — please don't joke ! This is 
quite serious. Did you find that letter? (A knock at the 
door; not loud. Marg. does not pay any attention.) I've 
lost it — envelope and all — I v^as hoping I might have 
dropped it in your apartment. I wouldn't have lost it for 
worlds. Why not? It's one of those letters that would 
be worth any money to counsel in divorce proceedings — 
it could be twisted to mean anything! It might cause all 
kinds of trouble with my husband away in Europe. You 

know what Harry is — he'd never believe (Listens.) 

Yes, I know it's my own fault — I was bored to death with 
loneliness. (Knock is repeated softly. Marg, turns im- 
patiently, then back to the telephone.) You're sure it 
isn't about anywhere? (Listens.) Goodness! Isn't 
that awful! Where can I have (The door opens 



6 FLEURETTE & CO. 

quietly, and at the slight sound, she turns. A woman 
stands in the doorway. She is smartly hut quietly 
dressed, and is rather thickly veiled. She speaks with a 
French accent. M arc, irritably.) What is it? 

Woman. Pardon. I'm afraid I'm in the wrong room. 

Marg. I'm sure you are. 

Woman. The right number was on the door -^ 

Marg. There's a bell — you should ring it. Who let 
you up? {She speaks in the 'phone.) I'll ring you up 
later — there's some one here now. (Puts back receiver.) 

Woman. What floor is this? 

Marg. The sixth. 

Woman. And mine is the seventh! Ah, don't be 
angry ! It is a mistake. 

Marg. (slightly mollified). You should be more care- 
ful. 

Woman. I'm so tired. . . . I've been out all day 
trying to get orders for some friends of mine — blinded 
soldiers — who make these pretty things. (She takes 
some beaded chains out of her hand-bag. ) Look ! 

Marg. Oh, now — if you're going to ask me for sub- 
scriptions, charities, money — I tell you I can't do it. I've 
reached my limit. , 

Woman. We all say that — and believe it — and yet we 
go on and on. 

Marg. I dare say. But this is the wrong moment. 
I'm in great trouble. I've lost something of great im- 
portance Now please go. 

Woman. Could / help you? 

Marg. (surprised). You! 

Woman (looking at her). Perhaps? 

Marg. Really — you have assurance ! 

Woman. I am aware I am a stranger— brought here 
by accident — but you say you are in trouble 

Marg. (icily). I decline to discuss 

Woman. And have lost something of 

Marg. (finally). It's no business of yours. 

Woman (not in the least disconcerted by the rebuff). 
Patience a moment ! I am unknown to you — that is true. 
But I have a letter here (putting her hand in her bag) — 
signed by the French Consul — to prove that the trinkets 



FLEURETTE & CO. 7 

which I am showing are authentic. (Holds out letter.) 
Won't you look at it ? 

Marg. I don't see what use 

Woman. Oh, but 3'^^. I — I have a certain gift — 
Avhat you call " second sight " — clairvoyance — whatever 

you like (Quickly. ) Oh, I do nothing for money — 

it is no question of that — but, if I were to succeed — if I 
recover your lost property, I might ask you to give a 
little order for (indicating the chains) — these. Won't 
you let me try ? 

Marg. (weakening and tempted). It's not to be 
thought of ! 

Woman. If I fail, there is no harm done ! 

Marg. I don't know anything about you. 

Woman (holding out letter). This — from the French 
Consulate — will satisfy you I am somebody who is not — 
nobody! 

(Marg. takes the letter and looks at it grudgingly.) 

Marg. (reading). " That Madame Dufour " — (looks 
up) Dufour — that's your name? (Madame Dufour in- 
dines her head.) "That Madame Dufour is personally 
known to me " — " and I have pleasure in stating " — 
hum — " wife of a French officer " — " authentic articles 
made by disabled French " 

Mme. Du. (reaching for the letter which Marg. hands 
back). You see? I am a person of some — importance. 

Marg. That's all right. Really — it's such a queer 
thing to do! (Sceptically and airily.) Well, you may 
try. But I don't promise to bity anything, mind ! What 
do you propose to do ? 

Mme. Du. Ah ! (She goes to the table, and puts her 
bag on the table beside her; then puts back her veil.) 
Now if you will give me some little thing belonging to 
you — something you have worn 

Marg. (disparagingly). Oh, I've seen that kind of 
trick ! (She takes off a ring.) Here — will this do? 

Mme. Du. (taking it). That is all right. (She looks 
at ring.) Merci, Madame. (She sits.) You may talk 
for a moment (she holds out the ring in her left hand, 



8 FLEURETTE & CO. 

her fingers closed on ?/)— while the picture is develop- 
ing — growing clear./ 

{She holds the ring to her forehead for a moment.) 

Marg. That's unusual! You're not like the others. 
They ask for lights out, and silence — then, some one 
screams: "Don't do that!" or "My pocket's been 
picked ! " D'you know, I'm rather glad you came in 
now, for I was — — 

Mme. Du. Ssh ! You must not talk nozv — the picture 
is developing very quickly — it is growing clear already. 

Marg. Mind, I shan't tell you anything! Not the 
least clue. 

Mme. Du. {smiling). It is not necessary. Ah! It 
is easy to see you are in much trouble ! It is wound 
around and around about you like a cocoon. 

Marg. You heard me say that. 

Mme. Du. Ssh ! I see a woman — beautifully dressed, 
but on everything she wears there are strange marks and 
ugly stains. People point at them and laugh. I see her 
trying to rub them away, but they will not go ; they spoil 
all she wears. They are — numbers — and — figures. Rows 
and rows of figures. {Suddenly.) Why do you not pay 
your hills, Madame? 

Marg. {staring at her). How did you know that! 

Mme. Du. Ssh ! There comes another picture now. 
A woman who walk up and down — up and down a 
room — unhappy, impatient. I see two fair, pretty children. 
They say : '* Maman is sad ! " " Pourquoi pleures tu 
maman ? Tu es malheureuse ? " Who is the woman ? 
Do you know her ? 

Marg. I haven't an idea. 

Mme. Du. She would not come into the picture un- 
less she were connected with you in some way. A friend, 
perhaps — or one of the people to whom you owe money. 
A milliner, — a hair-dresser, perhaps — or a dressmaker? 

Marg. {laughing and shaking her head). Oh, my 
dressmaker is probably a Jew syndicate — most of these 
smart dressmakers are. Or an overdressed person with 
more^ money than I have. I have only seen the em- 
ployees of " Fleurette & Company." 



FLEURETTE & CO. 9 

Mme. Du. *' Fleurette & Company " ? I have heard 
of them. 

Marg. New people in Fifty-sixth Street, who came 
over after the war. 

Mme. Du. Some one I know is employed there — a 
woman whose husband was one of those brave blue devils 
of France. 

Marg. They are pestering me with the most shameful 
bills for the gowns I had for Palm Beach last year. 

Mme. Du. Last year ! You owe " Fleurette & Com- 
pany " money for a year — eh ? 

Marg. (laughing). I can keep people waiting for their 
money longer than any woman in New York. 

Mme. Du. So? 

Marg. They sent a letter yesterday, insisting on pay- 
ment. My reply was to send back the last gown they 
made me, saying I hadn't worn it, and it wasn't satis- 
factory. That is the way to treat them ! They won't get 
money out of me by threatening me. {Laughs.) 

Mme. Du. {quietly). No? Ssh . . . you disturb 
the pictures. 

Marg. {with a start). Oh, I forgot! Tell me — what 
about my 1 — er — my lost property? 

Mme. Du. {holding her right hand out and closing her 
eyes again). I see now a figure of a woman — before a 
bureau — searching — searching everywhere 

Marg. {very interested) . Ah — you're getting nearer! 

{A little pause.) 

Mme. Du. She will never find what she seeks. 

Marg. {leaning forward intent). Because — be- 
cause Yes ? 

Mme. Du. She must look far away — oh, very far ! 
What she seek is not in her room — it is not in her house. 
{She breaks off.) It is harrd to see 

Marg. {leaning forward, very intently). Try — 
try 

Mme. Du. {as if seeing with difficidty). Oh — such a 
long distance off! Such a little darrk place — darrk and 
small, and stuffy — with an odor of — {sniffing) perfume. 

Marg. {same tone). Goon 



10 FLEURETTE & CO. 

Mme. Du. Lying where no one take notice, for many, 
hours. {Suddenly.) Ah! 

Marg. What has happened ? 

Mme. Du. It is being moved — hfted — brought into a 
big room where there is chatter of voices, laughter and 
movement. A covering is taken avv^ay — a hand touches 
the — object — it draws it to the hght. I cannot see, 

quite — what {Pause.) A — letter? Yes — it is a 

letter. 

Marg. {quite serious and in a strange voice). Are you 
imagining all this ? 

Mme. Du. {as if Marg.'s voice had brought her back 
to co7tsciousness of her presence, gives a slight start, and 
looks at her). No, Madame, I see it clearly. 

Marg. {greatly impressed). That's strange! {Breath- 
lessly.) Well — where is it nowf 

Mme. Du. It is — in the darrk again. And it travels — 
it moves this way. {She stops.) 

Marg. What next? 

Mme. Du. It travels slowly . . . stopping some- 
times — through streets — now, through the foyer of a 
hotel — it stop at a doorway. {A tiny pause.) It is very 
near now — quite close to the personne to whom it be- 
long — and now — it stop.' 

Marg. {quite carried away). You mean ? 

Mme. Du. That only a few yarrds from where you 
are standing 

Marg. {looking round the room). You see it? 

Mme. Du. I know where to place my hands on it. 

{They look at each other.) 

Marg. You've only just come into this room, and 

{A little pause; suddenly a light breaks upon her and she 
utters a cry.) Oh! I understand! You have found it! 
You've found it, and you've brought it here ! You took 
this way to tell me! You mean that you've got it — and 

you've brought it to give it back to me {She looks 

at her.) That's it! Am I right? 

Mme. Du. {looking at her strangely; after a pause). 
Not — quite. 

(Mme. Du. rises and puts the ring dowfi on table.) 



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Marg. {mystified). "Not — quite?" — but you have 
it? Of course you have it! Then why don't you give 
it to me ? 

Mme. Du. {meaningly) . Because — that is not quite 
the right way to ask — and obtain. 

Marg. {mystified, but in a tone of relief). But you 
have found it, thank goodness ! 

Mme. Du. {dryly). No. Thank me. I have it — 
yes. But not to give. 

Marg. {staring at her). ** Not — to give"? 

Mme. Du. You said, " Thank goodness." Now, / am 
not " goodness " ; I am a very beesness-hke personne. 

Marg. {zvatching her keenly). Go on. 

Mme. Du. This letter has a — certain value. 

Marg. {very quickly). Only to me — to no one else 
. . . and if you know it has a value, you're admitting 
that you have read it — of course you've read it ! You've 
read my private letter — you know what it contains ! 

Mme. Du. {looking at her keenly). Yes . . , 
" Mrs." Paynter. 

{A pause. The two women look straight in each 
other's eyes.) 

Marg. {understanding all that the look implies, 
droops her head). I see. {Raising her head suddenly 
and speaking angrily. ) YouVe no right to it ! How 
dare you read it! I don't care how it came into your 
hands — it doesn't belong to you. What are you going 
to do about it? (Mme. Du. shrugs her shoidders; per- 
emptorily.) I'm waiting for you to hand it over. Well ? 
{A pause. They face each other. Mme. Du. smiles a 
curious smile. Marg., with a cry.) Oh! Blackmail! 
That's what you're after — you mean that — do you? 
You're a blackmailer. How abominable! One of those 
loathsome wretches who thumbscrew and terrorize people 
when they have them in their power ! 

Mme. Du. {softly). Who said any one was in my — 
power? 

Marg. {with a sharp note of fear behind her threat). 
You had better be careful what you are doing! You're 
trying a very dangerous game. 



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Mme. Du. (still softly). I will take the risque — 
(with a certain inflection) ''Mrs." Paynter. So then, 
you admit 

Marg. (very quickly). 1 Sidmit nothing! Don't think 
you've got me frightened. I'll telephone the office 
and (She puts her hand on the receiver to lift it.) 

Mt^ie. Du (putting her hand over Marg/s, swiftly, 
stopping her). And what? Do you really suppose I 
am so foolish as to have brought the original here? If 
you call any one — I shall know nothing. I have noth- 
ings — you can prove nothing — and you w^U gain nothing. 
But — to-morrow you will read your letter in the perr- 
sonal column of the newspapers — names and dates — and 
be sure a copy will reach your husband — Capitaine Harry 
Paynter, now on duty with the American Navy, in 
Europe. See? (Dropping her threatening and again 
speaking szveetly.) Having put that clearly, we can dis- 
cuss beesness. 

(Marg. stands in check, considering her next move.) 

Marg. (after a moment). You've got me, haven't 
you! (Mme. Du. shrugs her shoulders, deprecating the 
idea.) Come to business, then. What do you hope to 
get for it? 

Mme. Du. (sweetly), jyo/'e is uncertain . . . and 
I have no uncertainty. You will buy — on my terrms. 

Marg. If you're grasping, you'll defeat yourself. 
I'm badly in debt. 

M^iE. Du. Oh, I won't be too harrd. So you're 
heavily in debt, eh ? What do you owx ? Whom do you 
owe ? 

Marg. (her hand to her forehead). Everybody. 
Garage — milliner — dressmaker — florist 

Mme. Du. Representing roughly ? 

Marg. (her hand to her head). I don't know ex- 
actly — let me see: Garage, four or five hundred — mil- 
liner, three hundred and fifty — florist, a hundred and 
fifty — I think — " Fleurette & Company " — " Fleurette & 
Company's " the worst 

Mme. Du. My friend who work there say " Fleur- 
ette " is a woman who have a family to keep 



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Marg. (mdifferently). I don't know anything about 
my tradespeople. 

Mme. Du. (contempHioiisly) . Oh, no, of course not. 
Women Hke you take their time, their skill, their brains, 
and give nothing — nothing but contempt. 

Marg. Have you no sense of humor? To preach a 
sermon at the very moment you're attempting blackmail ! 
But that doesn't trouble a person of your class ! 

Mme. Du. No, Madame — no more than it trouble 
one of your class to wear clothes that are not paid for. 
*Well, since you do not pay your bills, there is the more 
money to pay me, eh ? Women who show no mercy must 
expect none, eh ? / know the woman I have to deal with ! 

Marg. Oh, I know appearances are pretty badly 
against me, but I'm not quite as rotten as you think. If 
you drive me into a corner, I'll tell my husband the whole 
story, and take the chance of his believing me. I'm not 
buying this letter. {She brings her fist down on the table, 
facing Madame DuFovR.) Understand? Not one cent. 
Do what you like. 

Mme. Du. (suavely). So? I will recite Madame a 
charrming little fragment of poetry. (She half closes 
her eyes, and starts. ) " My darrling girl ! — Don't be 
angry or sorry for what has happened. You and I were 
in another world — where there was no trouble — no Harry 
Paynter — only you and your lo " 

Marg. Oh, don't — don't! It sounds horrible ! 

Mme. Du. If you do not like it, how do you suppose 
it will sound to that charrming, but very old-fashioned, 
Capitaine Harry Paynter — that husband of yours? For 
he will see it — and if he see it, chere amie, you know what 
that mean, eh ? 

Marg. (catching her breath). Divorce. Yes. Poor 
Harry! (She turns away and speaks with a sob in her 
voice.) What a /oo/ I've been ! What a /oo// 

Mme. Du. (quietly). What a pity you did not think 
of that before. Ah, well — you did not. And your pun- 
ishment is that you lie there (hollows her hand, and holds 
it out) in my hand — so. 

(She clenches her hand, as if squeezing something.) 



14 FLEURETTE & CO. 

Marg. {turning and facing her; deliberately). How 
muchf ' 

Mme. Du. {considering). I think it is worth to you — 
five thousand. 

Marg. {with a little cry oj alarm) . I can't pay it! 

Mme. Du. I said it was worth that — to you. But to 

me it is worth — let me see {Breaks off.) You 

have a check-book; get it out. (Marg. hesitates.) I 
will add a hundred dollars for every moment you delay. 
(Marg. moves quickly to get her check-book from 
bureau.) Where are these bills you say you owe? Let 
me see them. 

Marg. {protesting angrily). Really! 

Mme. Du. Or shall I repeat more of that so beauti- 
ful letter ... I have a so good memory ! 

Marg. {wincing, and holding out the bills quickly). 
Take them ! 

{Getting them from her hand-bag, on bureau.) 

Mme. Du. {examining them). I jus' want to be sure 
you have told me the truth. Cadorna & Co., florists, 
$175; Messrs. Tippy, to hats supplied, $350; Rush's 

garage {She sucks in her breath, indicating a high 

figure.) Fleurette & Co. — hm — I see. Yesss-umm 

Date and sign your check, while I consider. 

(Marg. writes, filling in the date and signature.) 

Marg. {looking up). Payable to ? 

Mme. Du. {who is examining bills, looks up). Oh — 
jus' " Cash." (Marg. looks at her.) I am an odd per- 
sonne, eh ? But I am " good beesness," and — so that you 
shall never be able to use this leetle transaction against 
me — {she takes a letter out of her bag) I write you your 
receipt on — {she holds up letter) this very compromising 
letter (Marg. gives a little gasp at sight of the letter) 
which you will not dare, therefore, to show to a living 
soul, hein? {She writes on, and holds up letter.) Voila, 
Madame! (Marg. reaches out for it, but Mme. Du. 
withdraws it out of her reach.) Jus' a moment. I tell 
you something. Yesterday you return to *' Fleurette & 
Company" a dress, which you say you have not worn 



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and will not pay for. But — in the pocket you leave 
{holds up letter) this, addressed to you, in the handwrit- 
ing of this Jack Harwood — this lache — this coward. 

Marg. {lifting her head, and speaking indignantly). 
No! 

Mme. Du. {very quickly). Oh, yes, Madame! A 
man who make love to a wife whose hfisband go away on 
service to his country is a coward! This coward for 
whom you comprom.ise yourself and forget your husband. 
Your letter fall into the hands of a woman to whom you 
owe money — money she need to support herself and her 
little children — money you keep from her 

Marg. I didn't know — I didn't realize — how was I to 
realize? I was lonely and very miserable — I had noth- 
ing to do ! 

Mme. Du. If I did not believe that — I would not let 
you off so lightly! {Holds up letter.) If I give you 
this — you shall promise something. Those men of 
yours — of your great American Navy — leave here their 
women in safety. Yours is the easier part, and if the 
time seem long, remember they have left with you — their 
honor. See that you keep it, not only safe but high above 
suspicion — eh ? 

Marg. {in a low voice). I promise. {She looks at 
her in a puzded zvay. ) You're the strangest blackmailer ! 

Mme. Du. Blackmail! Chantage! {She throws hack 
her head and laughs merrily; then becomes very sharp 
and businesslike. ) Now, come — fill in your check — eight 
hundred and fifty-seven dollars 

Marg. {writing). Eight hundred and fifty-seven dol- 
lars. {She looks up with a start.) . Eight hundred and 
fifty-seven dollars ! Why, that's 

{She blots check and stares at Mme. Du.) 

Mme. Du. {very businesslike) . Your receipt, Ma- 
dame — take it 

{They exchange the letter and check simidtaneously.) 

Marg. {looking at her letter, reads aloud). "Re- 
ceived in full payment for gowns, etc., supplied by 
* Fleurette & Company * eight hundred and fifty- 



16 FLEURETTE & CO. 

seven " {She looks up.) Fleurette — Dufour? 

Fleurette Dufour — 'Madame Dufourf You are ?^ 

Mme. Du. Be thankful, Madame, your letter {with 
a mischievous smile) in the pocket of the dress you had 
not worn, fall into the hands of {her hands on her breast) 
" Fleurette — and Company." Ah, regardez-done, the 
picture of the '" Company." {She takes from her hag 
and holds up, so that the audience can see it, a photograph 
of two pretty children.) My two darrling little bebes — 
they are all the '* company " / have, for their father lie 
helpless — {a little catch in her voice) oh, so helpless! — 
in a hospital in Paris, paying the price so many of our 
brave men mus' pay — all their lives — for the victory they 
won for our beloved France. ( With a brave little effort 
she throws off the feeling with which she has spoken the 
last words and says brightly.) "Fleurette" — and ''Com- 
pany " — thank you, Madame ! Your bill is paid. {She 
curtseys prettily.) Our account is closed. Bon jour! 

{She bows, and goes out. Marg. stands for a moment, 
a curious expression on her face — the letter in her 
hands; then she tears it up deliberately and smiles. 
With a sudden resolve, she takes the receiver off the 
telephone, and calls.) 

Marg. Hullo! Hullo! Give me 1432 Riven 
{Waits.) Is this Miss Hunter's apartment? That you, 
Alice ? I wanted to tell you I've found my letter. It was 
in the pocket of that new evening dress I wore the other 
night, {Listens.) What's that? The prettiest dress I 
ever had? Take my tip and go to her for your trousseau. 
That woman's a genius! There's nothing she can't do! 
{Listens.) Who made it? Why— " Fleurette & Com- 
pany." 



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Art Club j are Trumps 

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A Case for Sherlock Holmes 

The Farmerette 

Getting the Range 

Her First Assignment 

Hitty's Service Flag 

Joint Owners in Spaiu 

A King's Daughter 

The Knitting Club Meets 

A Lady to Call 

Leave !t to Polly 

The Minute Man 

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A Modern Cinderella 

Moth^ Balls 

Rebecca's Triumph 

The Thirteenth Star 

Twelve Old Maids 

An Awkward Squad 

The Blow-up of Algernon Blow 

The Boy Scouts 

A Close Shave 

The First Nationn! Boot 

A Half' Back's Interference 

His Father's Son 

The Man With the Nose 

On the Quiet 

The People's Money 

A Regular Rah I Rah ! Boy 

A Regular Scream 

Schmerecase In School 

The Scoutmaster 

The Tramps' Convention 

The Turn in the Road 

Wanted— A Pitcher 

What They Did for Jenkins 

Aunt Jerusha's Quilting Party 

The District School at Blueberry 

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Miss Prim's Kindergarten 
A Pageant of History 
The Revel of the Year 
Scenes in the Union Depot 
Taking the Census in Bingvllle 
The Village Post-Office 
Women in War 



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Tlie College CJiap n 

The Cotoaers Maid 6 

Daddy 4 

The Deacon's Second Wife 6 

The District Attorney 10 

The Dutch Detective 

Afl Easy Mark 

The Elopement of Ellen 

Engaged by Wednesday 

The Farmerette 

For One Night Only 

Hamilton 

Higbee of Harvard 

Kitty's Service Flag 

The Hoodoo 

The Hurdy Gurdy Girl 

Katy Did 

Let's Get Married 

London Assurance 

Lost a Chaperon 

The Man from Brandon 

The Man Who Went 

The Man Without a Counvry 

Master Pierre Patella 

Me and Otis 

The Minute Man 

Mose 

Mr. Bob 

Mrs. Briggs of the Poultry Yard 

Nathan Hale 

Nephew or Uncle 

Professor Pepp 

A Regiment of Two 

The Revenge of Shari-Hot-Su 

The Rivals 

The Romancers 

The Rose and the Ring 

Sally Lunn 

The School for Scandal 

She Stoops to Conquer 

Step Lively 

The Submarine Shell 

The Thirteenth Star 

The Time of His Life 

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The Twig of Tfaoru 

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